Lingshu Taoist

He is the most silent student in the class, Cold, taciturn, distant eyes. No one knew that the young man had already embarked on a road that had been cut off for thousands of years. The spiritual axis awakens and the marrow is purified. The classroom is the dojo, and the desk is the alchemy furnace. Don't take the initiative, don't explain, don't show off. Until one day, darkness enveloped the city, He slowly raised his eyes: "Don't make any noise, I'm practicing."